The air was thick inside the room when Rome woke up. His morning didn't start as warm as Margaux's. It was cold regardless of the morning sun seeping through the cracks on the wall. Not that he wasn't used to such, it was just that this scene wasn't exactly what he pictured out in his dream last night after making love to her senselessly.
"What are these, caro?"
Still dazed from sleep, he lazily looked down at the things she lined up on the floor. He could have laughed at how Margaux took effort on arranging what looks like a red carpet welcome for him.
Had she been waiting for him to wake up? That was cute. If only it weren't his things that she scattered before the bed. His key to the Ducati, his butchered wallet with all his IDs – both fake and real – surrounding it, a pocket-sized
